What do we do...?

Thank God it was no one we love
Thank God it wasn't our self
Pray that their souls rest in peace
Talk about it, bow our heads in grief

Anger, irony, destiny, grief ... stunned ... still ...

The only thing we offer the world unkowingly, is our vulnerability... the rest somehow seems premediated, conscious decisions at some level or the other ...

The one gift we're given unawares, is our relisience. The rest we can inherit, even culture.

No one deserves what happened to them
and there is nothing I can say ...